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Feb 2021
The instant the world halts at the sharp sting of truth
A truth, hidden in the dark crevices of doubt and fear
Nursed by trepidation and a series of unfortunate circumstances
Blossoms into pain and a void, longing for fulfillment, with an impossible level of quenchability
A perpetual craving for success to give life its worth
Enough. Being enough
An unattainable cruel hope to create a legacy
Transform wild fantasies to reality regardless of the sacrifice
Humanity quakes at the contrasting purpose for worthiness
Falters and Faith Givers lure sanguine souls
The scintillating light kindling within their minds thrusts forward, past doubt
Imperceptible strategies and mental meringue separates the pack
Those who are always being watched and yet, never being seen
Enacting minute moves while under constant scrutiny
Standards soar sky-high as the margin of error wears thin
Despised by contented simpletons, Ridiculed by the vicious green-eyed monster
Gold paved paths of youth mutate into a maze of wicked, winding cobblestone roads and back alleys
Doe-eyed adolescents evolve into corrupt, vengeful adults.
Aspiration equals goals equals expectations.
Mind vs. Matter, Us vs. Them. Everyone vs. you
Driven by fear and an urge to control the outliner,
Satisfaction suffers under the wings of a hate-filled man.
Decisions bred by envy and trauma, executed by feeble souls.
Spawn backstabbing betrayal; Result in loneliness.
All deriving from an intangible quality
Bestowed upon since birth
Within our mental makeup; Wholly helpless.
A choice presents itself; Wield it or Deny it.
An asset or a burden
Maturity or childlike jubilation
Gift or curse
The Nature of Divergence is in the mind of the beholder.
And to the beholder, it belongs.
This poem describes my experience of being different from others at a young age and the struggles that come with it.
Written by
Olivia Mcconnell
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